These years have made me wonder I have bad bad conscience I didn't fight As I asked you to be my brother You just turned that head of yoursShe talks to you as if no years would have passed She looks at you, and I wonder why you're mineThese years have made me wonder I'll eat the good parts on your plate You take up three quarters of the mattress as Sunday's breaking through the cloudsShe talks to you as if no years would have passed She looks at you, and I wonder why you're mine
